Updated Jan. 13, 2020
Last night we had our friend A.L. over for dinner. I made my seafood, bacon, and corn chowder. I love that soup. I woke up wanting to make it since it was cooler yesterday morning too. Still hit mid-80s yesterday but it was cooler than it had been and soup was what I was craving.
But today? Today is wacked. My son woke up an hour later than normal, which has thrown our whole morning off. He is still wide awake, sans his normal morning nap, playing as if he already took his nap. No fussing, no whining. Hmm…I have to wonder when the tantrum will begin. Nothing I have done has helped him nap and I’m not going to spend all day trying if he just doesn’t seem interested. As a side note, I really really hate all of the stupid articles and books that dispense advice on babies and toddlers need for sleep. None of them have ever helped me – they just made me feel more inadequate, and quite frankly, I can make myself feel that way just fine on my own, thank you.
We were supposed to go to the zoo and meet up with a girlfriend and her 22 month old, but I got a voice mail that her daughter was up all night with the stomach flu. That sucks. Poor girl. Then another pal called and turns out she is going to the zoo too to meet another friend, but she was going right when I was in the thick of trying to get Boo to nap. So the zoo is not in our cards today
Maybe we’re just lucky, but Boo has never been sick. He had a small cold last fall, but that’s it. And we’re not total germaphobes either, but one wise mama pointed out that it’s probably the parents who are germaphobes who have sick kids because their bodies never get the chance to build up their immune systems.
Right now, Boo is carrying my big red laptop bag out of my office and into the living room. His first purse. How cute. Is he going to nap this morning? I’ll try again in a bit.
In the meantime, more rambling…it’s a quiet morning in the city and in the burbs. Very odd. The sun is just now starting to come out, and I’m looking forward to a cooler day since the heat is supposed to come back full force this weekend.
Back to the purse…if my son turned out to be gay, I honestly think I would have no problem with it. I was reading someone’s blog about this issue and I wish I could remember which blog it was so I could link to it, but she wrote that (I’m paraphrasing here) she would still love him, but she would be uncomfortable seeing her child and significant other show affection toward each other, she would be sad for the unborn children, and some other things (sorry-can’t find the blog to do her justice). It was very heartfelt. Yet I am the opposite. I would be fine if my child was gay. He’s still my son, I still love him and I want him to be so utterly in love he’s bursting with happiness and if that involves him kissing another man in front of me, so be it. They can always adopt. There are SO many beautiful children who need to be adopted by loving parents. I fully believe in the power of love, in all shapes and sizes, and all I want is for him to find the kind of happiness that his father and I have found with each other.
Took a short break to try to get Boo to nap again… So gas prices. What the hell? Why are they so damn high? I could go off politically here but am not feeling the energy it would take so I’ll move on…
I have to work on my press stuff soon. Right after I get Boo to nap… argh.